Chapter 2: An Unexpected Discovery
Just as I was wallowing in my pain, I heard the sound of the door opening. It was my mother coming home. I walked out of my room and saw her changing her shoes. Seeing me come out, she turned her head and said:
"Xiaowen, have you eaten lunch?"
Mom's voice was still so gentle. Hearing her words made me feel warm inside.
"No, I'm not hungry. Xinran didn't want to eat either, so I didn't make anything."
"How can you skip lunch?"
As she spoke, Mom had already tied on an apron and walked into the kitchen to prepare food for me. Mom's care for me was still so meticulous. Looking at her perfect figure, even better than Teacher Qin's, plus she came from a scholarly family as both her parents were university professors.
She received traditional education since childhood. Although she was a modern woman, my mother could not only handle formal social situations but also excel in the kitchen. With her gentle personality and kindness, I really don't know what kind of good karma Dad accumulated in his previous life to marry such a woman.
Soon, a fragrant meal was ready.
"Xiaowen, come eat. Xinran hasn't eaten either, right? Call him over too."
"Oh, okay, I'll go right away."
I was about to go find Xinran, but when I opened the door, I saw Teacher Qin had already brought Xinran over. By now, Teacher Qin had changed into yoga clothes. Of course, after their rendezvous, how could she still be wearing those obscene open-crotch jeans?
Thinking about this, I couldn't help but clench my fist.
"Sister Lin, I've brought my Xinran to mooch a meal," Teacher Qin said with a smile. She only showed this side of herself in front of my mother. After all, when she was going through difficult times, it was my mother who comforted her, and my mother's gentle personality always warmed others' hearts.
"Little Qin, how did you know I was cooking? And we just had hotpot earlier."
"Xinran said she wasn't hungry at lunch so she didn't eat. I figured Xiaowen probably didn't eat either. As the perfect wife and mother that you are, Sister Lin, you would definitely make food for your son when you got home, and would make enough for Xinran too. Hehe, I had a stomachache at noon and didn't eat much, so I'm a bit hungry now and came to eat too."
"Mmm, I made plenty, enough for all three of you."
As she spoke, Mom was already serving rice for us.
During the time Teacher Qin was talking with my mother, my eyes were constantly drawn to Teacher Qin's figure. The light pink yoga outfit clung tightly to her perfect body. Unlike my mother's oval face, Teacher Qin's almond-shaped face appeared more cold and alluring. The yoga top had a rather large neckline, with half of her shoulders exposed, as if carved from jade. Below, a large expanse of snow-white flesh was exposed to the air. Her slender waist gave way to a plump buttocks tightly wrapped in yoga pants. Perky, huge yet soft. Her straight jade-like legs pressed tightly together without any gap between them. The triangular area showed a slightly protruding, small and cute mound with the fabric outlining a short, distinct slit.
Although I had known Teacher Qin for many years, every time I saw her figure, I couldn't help but feel excited inside.
"Hey, Lin Wen, what are you looking at? Come eat," Teacher Qin said coldly, seemingly noticing my gaze.
"Oh, oh, okay," I hurriedly responded, walking to the table and sitting down. As soon as I sat down, Xinran looked at me, expressionless yet with a hint of inexplicable sadness, and said softly:
"Your eyes were glued to her."
I was so embarrassed I wanted to disappear. I could only laugh awkwardly to ease the tension, then quickly lowered my head to focus on eating.
While we were eating, mother went to her room and changed into yoga clothes as well. It seemed she was planning to practice yoga with Teacher Qin at home in the afternoon.
When Mom came out of her room, I was even more impressed. Although both women were about 168cm tall, Mom's oval face gave people a more comfortable and dignified feeling. If Teacher Qin's face represented cold beauty, then Mom's face brought a kind of gentle beauty.
Mother's figure might be even more attractive than Teacher Qin's in others' eyes. Not just because Mom's figure was slightly better than Teacher Qin's, but because of her natural mature temperament and her gentle, graceful personality. Her every smile and gesture showed elegance and dignity, easily arousing a desire to conquer and to protect, making her all the more endearing. Although she was forty-two years old, due to good care, her snow-white delicate skin made her look like she was only in her thirties.
After finishing the meal, Mom cleared the dishes, washed them, and said she would practice yoga with Teacher Qin.
I used the excuse of studying with Xinran to go to Teacher Qin's house.
Following Xinran to her home and closing the door, Xinran asked:
"Did you discover anything today following mom and Auntie Lin?"
"Ah, you knew?"
I scratched my head awkwardly.
"Mmm, I thought so. Plus, right after they left, I saw from the window that you also went out through the community gate. So, did you discover anything?" Xinran asked bitterly.
"No... nothing... I didn't discover anything. They just went shopping, bought some clothes, had hotpot, and came back," I stammered, explaining. I naturally wouldn't tell Xinran my suspicions. After all, they were just suspicions, and Xinran's mood had already been very bad lately. I didn't want to make her overthink things.
"Oh, okay," Xinran replied, then silently walked back to her room. I followed her in. A girl's room was indeed different; all pink decorations throughout, with a faint fragrance, the kind unique to young girls.
Xinran walked to her desk, sat down, and rested her chin on her hands, lost in thought.
I could tell that because of Teacher Qin's unusual behavior lately, Xinran's mood was quite low. I couldn't help but comfort her:
"Xinran, don't worry. I'm here for you. Besides, Teacher Qin is a grown woman. She won't let her child worry about her and will handle things with discretion."
I could only offer this weak assurance.
"I'm fine. I just don't understand. What could be so important that mom can't tell me?" Xinran said.
"Maybe it's not the right time to tell you yet. After all, you and Teacher Qin have relied on each other for so long. If Teacher Qin suddenly wanted to bring a man home, you probably couldn't accept it right away. She might be considering this, which is why she hasn't told you yet. Most importantly, maybe this matter isn't completely settled yet," I could only offer this forced comfort.
"Mmm, I hope it's as you say," Xinran agreed.
"I need to study now. Do you want to join me?" she said, taking out her books.
"Me? I'll pass. I'll go watch some football instead."
The World Cup was happening during this time. Even if I couldn't watch the live broadcast, watching replays would be nice.
"Okay, close the door and keep the volume down."
"Alright, I'll go now. Focus on studying well. We still need to get into university."
After saying this, I went to the living room and turned on the TV. But curled up on the sofa, I had no interest in watching football.
At this moment, I remembered that Teacher Qin was wearing jeans when she went out in the morning. I quickly went to the laundry room. Sure enough, in the laundry basket next to the washing machine, I saw those blue jeans. I was lucky; the clothes hadn't been washed yet. I picked up the jeans and looked at them. They were indeed the same as the two pairs Xinran had shown me in the morning.
The jeans had already been stretched by Teacher Qin's large buttocks and couldn't return to their original shape. It seemed the quality wasn't very good. Logically speaking, Teacher Qin wouldn't buy such jeans. I turned the jeans inside out, found the zipper at the waistband, and pulled it all the way down to the back of the waistband. This zipper directly split the jeans in two, with only the thin waistband still connecting the jeans together. How obscene! Teacher Qin actually wore jeans like this for someone. Damn it, who was it? What had he done to Teacher Qin to make this aloof woman do such a thing for him?
I clenched my fist tightly. Right now, rather than believing Teacher Qin had been conquered by that person, I'd rather believe she was being coerced. At least that way, I would still have a chance to save Teacher Qin. Actually, how could I not fantasize about being that person? The one who made Teacher Qin wear open crotch jeans outside and made out with her in the restroom?
I turned the jeans inside out again. Although I had already seen them, the spots on Teacher Qin's jeans from the mall had almost disappeared. But I wasn't ready to give up. Sure enough, after turning the jeans inside out, I saw the same water stain spots I had seen at the mall.
In an instant, my heart sank. These weren't water stain spots. They were traces of semen that had congealed into lumps, sticking tightly to the inside of the jeans. Even after several hours, they still had a fishy smell. Who was it? Who would dare to shoot their filthy semen onto Teacher Qin's jeans in a public restroom?
No, that wasn't it. It wasn't on the jeans; it was on Teacher Qin's ass, and then she put the jeans on. That's why the semen stain was on the inside of the jeans. Who... who in the world... could make Teacher Qin do something so slutty? And to make her go eat with my mom with a butt full of semen. Wasn't Teacher Qin afraid Mom would find out?
I clenched my fist, my face contorted in a grimace, constantly saying "damn it" under my breath, my mind frantically searching for who it could be... Damn it... damn it, who is it... After saying this, I realized I might have been too loud. I instinctively looked toward Xinran's room. Seeing no movement, I relaxed.
As I was thinking about these things, my lower body unconsciously hardened. Come to think of it, it made sense. Imagining the cold Teacher Qin wearing open crotch jeans, having semen shot on her snow-white large butt by an unknown man in a mall bathroom. Just thinking about it, probably no man could hold back.